[b]The Girl Who Cried[/b]
~[@13org] (FYR), [@The Irish Tree]~

The bush continues to rustle, as if on trigger, something jumps out at Magnus. A large wolf would jump out from the bush, rather oddly as if it popped out of the bushes. 
Closer inspection the two guild members would find, it wasn’t a real would rather it was like a puppet of sorts. It had two rods in the ground to make it stay in place a stand to keep it up straight. 

The wind would pick up again and it sounds like it was… Giggling. Next thing both know, the two members of the guild would find themselves surrounded by leaves and as they dissolve you both would notice several other puppets surrounding you, all of wolves and other animals which possess proprietorial traits. 

The wind picks up and more giggling can be heard. Something was toying with the you both. Something was finding enjoyment in your emotions.